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trials – take a bath lyrics

[intro: vents]
ayy, trials, you see the newspaper? hear the radio?
miriam got a d-ck
that sh-t is disgusting, makes me f-cking sick to my stomach, man
i’m sick of this sh-t, it’s dirty
i need to take a f-cking bath, man, what the f-ck?

[verse 1: vents]
check it out, i keep sh-t on the sneak
the rap freak, keep my hat on the tweak
on some down low sh-t, patrollin’ the backstreet
pounds of plastic, plenty of teflon
my brain’s a weapon when i get ready to drop bombs
on a m-ssacre mission, backpacks of ammunition
startin’ to panic on the waves of your panovision
mathematician, i got plans of retribution
a recipe for terror for startin’ the revolution
gotta save the world from the afl
in a locker room, talkin’ ’bout raping my girl
put the whole sh-t to rest with the [?]
in a dynamite vest, stabbin’ miriam to death
with the aids carriers, f-ck the g-y marriages
peace to refugees that break down barriers
of barbed wire, hey trials, p-ss the pliers
i’m breakin’ ’em all out to f-ckin’ start a riot

[verse 2: trials]
ayy
only when i’m drunk will i wanna stick a sl-t
liftin’ up my liquor gut while i’m tryna pick her up ([?])
rampin’ in the club, p-ssin’ out prescription drugs
in a form of staunch, suicide bombers givin’ hugs
sick as f-ck, writing strategies on whiteboards
plannin’ my escape out the window of the psych ward
i’m quite bored with the drama and theatrics
we make you understand by using stand-over tactics
he’s got some creep’s bitter, don’t hate the kings, man i
make a blood bath like virgins when you broke ’em in
doctor satan’s here, nurse bring the patients in (come here)
the whack f-ggots need taxidermy to save their skin
take a sip from the funkoar, one drink
and chicks think about my d-ck until they hold the door
i can’t be seen with you if my mates been with you
so i greet sl-ts with smiles and [?] issues

[scratches: dj reflux]
“f-ck p-ssin’ in your pocket”
“f-ck p-ssin’ in your pocket, i’ma p-ss in your mouth”
“i’ma break it down—down—down”
“i’ma break it down for fools that ain’t figured it out”

[verse 3: vents]
ready to rock with machetes to chop
at the bottom of parliament, “ayy, gimme the boss”
i’m very heated, see me in a bally, better feed it
makin’ a paraplegic out of snakes then repeat it
the predetor, federer hat tip [?] the m-ssacre
[?] quicker than white thumbs in africa
i take the rage and read the red
the pyrotechnic expert dirty your best shirt
your neck jerk from the kick back, my temperament
terrorist, timing a tnt six-pack
epidemic, the panic, the population erratic
when the television nothin’ but static
hijacking the station with the help [?]
’cause you can’t get a date without the [?], you get it?
the makeover, the game’s over
feel the wrath of the pen from the maniac chainsmoker

[verse 4: trials]
see me in h-ll with gasoline and several flamethrowers
takin’ over lucifer with mia jupiter, my bride
i [?] till she’s eagerly my wife
[?] work, i’m makin’ raps first antichrist (hey, call me)
my vice grip on the cities the same as t-tties
i won’t let go, so save your breath and change your dress
we break the stress, wreck the best, you ain’t matching us
i don’t check your tracks, “i ain’t into all that f-ggot stuff”
vents one, mr trials, hungry savages
throwin’ amateurs like drunks f-ckin’ up their balances
my challenge is to find [?] talent [?]
that’s as hard as women pickin’ up on conjugal visits in prisons
i rip rhythms, skippin’ dinner a while
workin’ a mic, let’s through girls like finishing lines
at my pinnacle i’m similar to biblical time
destroyin’ those who think they’re great and god’s gift to the [?]

- trials lyrics

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